tell me how to grind my teeth
into the auburn autumn
until every remnant of this
blue blue blue love of mine
is soaked into dead leaves.
with blue colors come memories
unwanted, unforgotten
my eyes out of focus
i have lost my microscopic lenses.
i sing to myself because i
am the only one happy
to hear that my voice is healthy
and well-oiled like
a grandfather clock.
darkness is berating
it comes eating and gnawing
as if laude and honor is
an appetizing treat.
tell me how to forget this
this absurd sense of fascination
and absolutely repulsive
diabolically imminent love
that i have for you.
tell me to forget it.
i would rip out my tongue
to hear your voice
one more time.